"Don't run!"
Although the smoke was fading, it was still enough to interfere with vision, so little Ruspel had to keep his eyes on the auspicious device, looking at the enemy's logo that glowed red due to the heat generated by the fire.
"Aim to the right, twenty degrees, accelerate the approach, and fire at visual sight! Start the engine, move forward in a straight line, and prepare to obey my orders."
Although it had just suffered a certain degree of damage, the functions of the Undead Pest were still intact. The crew showed a long-term tacit understanding. The driver pressed his eyes on the observation window, and the gunner's face was completely pressed in front of the sight and his hands were With the ignition unit primed, the loader is always ready to load the next round.
Of course, he didn't forget to remind the people around him.
"There are undead pests here. I found the enemy's destroyer! I'm heading to destroy it!"
"Don't! Your wingmen are all killed! Fall back and let the others catch up!"
Franz Lutz’s voice immediately sounded.
"No! I can kill it!"
"Obey orders, ugh! Damn-"
The communicator went silent amidst a burst of collision.
Little Ruspel glanced at the auspicious device worriedly and found that his friend's tank signal was still green, so he felt relieved and planned to deal with this cunning Hundan with all his strength.
The world outside was swirling with thick smoke and blood-red flames, and the clear vision in front of him could not last more than a few seconds.
By the time he was able to look, the outline of the Waldo destroyer was lost in smoke—the enemy had unleashed its own smoke barrage.
Suddenly, little Ruspel saw a Leman Russ with the Cadian logo appearing 700 meters to the left. The auspicious device detected the opponent's friendly signal in time and marked it with a blue light spot. .
Before he could figure out what he was trying to do, a red neutron beam flashed past, hitting the Leman Russ and crawling over its armor.
The next second, Leman Russ was detonated, ignited oil and broken metal sprayed out in all directions.
Little Ruspel's eyes followed the dizzyingly bright pixels, the oriole flickered, and the external microphone neighed like a chorus of dying crows.
Obviously, the other party was also coming for the Waldo, but the hunter became the prey.
If they're not careful, this is what happens.
Little Ruspel took a breath, which tasted like electricity and metal, and then passed through the direction where the neutron beam had just been shot, and used the fire control system to calculate the approximate location of the opponent.
"Fire!"
he yelled, but the gunner was still shaking his damned bald head and blinking hard behind the eyepiece.
"I can't see."
"Fire! Just follow the coordinate parameters I gave you! Now!"
The gunner obeyed the order, reached for the gun control, and pulled the trigger.
The next moment the battle cannon jumped back and the shell fell blindly, burrowing into the ground and detonating.
The dust was kicked high into the smoke, and although it missed its target, Ruspel Jr. saw the smoke trail created by the vehicle as it slid.
This is what he wants!
At this time the loader was loading shells into the smoking breech of the cannon.
"Forward, full speed!"
He was no longer looking at the auspicious instrument. It was of no use. This was a duel on a narrow road, a bayonet duel. The opponent's main gun was extremely powerful and the aiming system was more advanced. The chance of a long-distance battle was very low.
He must force the "fox" out of the grass so that it has no way to escape.
Little Ruspel looked out through the sight again and saw Waldo's bulky body turning around in time, and the laser sighting device on the right side of the main gun was tracking the target.
A series of sensor holes directed beams of laser targeting rays at the Undead Vermin, like outstretched hands.
They have no way out!
"Forward! Full speed!"
The distance between each other was only four hundred meters at this time, and little Ruspel was betting!
Bet the other party doesn't charge so fast!
Let’s bet that the Immortal Pest’s engine can withstand extreme speeds!
The distance between the two sides quickly shortened, Waldo's muzzle had been suppressed, and little Ruspel could even see the opponent's periscope. There must be a pair of nervous eyes behind it.
A pair of eyes belonging to Astartes!
Although the fallen angel is still an angel, today he wants to make the angel break its wings!
"Don't stop! Hit me!!"
In the diffuse smoke and dust, the two steel behemoths collided fiercely, stirring up more dust and creating loud noises and sparks.
When the Malcador heavy tank slammed into the Waldo destroyer of the same chassis with all its strength, Ruspel saw the laser beams focused on him and the turret.
The Immortal Pest directly squeezed the front armor into the front edge of the opponent's left track, knocking the transmission wheel away!
The impact shook the car body, and the tracks of both sides scratched and scratched on the ground. Both drivers increased the accelerator to the limit, and the two tanks were like bulls in heat competing with each other. (To commemorate the happy time when I used HT and TD to rub against each other in WOT (#^.^#))
Little Ruspel could already clearly see the logos and runes engraved on its armor, but there was no doubt that as a heavy assault tank, the Malcador had a stronger engine than the Valdo, and the destroyer sacrificed for the power of the main gun. most of the performance.
"hold onto!"
The undead vermin lurched forward, its tracks spinning faster and faster, a sound of shattering and breaking metal echoing at its base.
Waldo also tried to retreat, but its tracks were severely damaged and it was no longer able to perform such an operation.
"Deflect the tracks!"
As the driver with almost broken teeth swung in the direction, Malcador seemed to turn his head, directly turning Waldo from diagonal to sideways.
At this time, the tank destroyer's fatal flaw manifested itself.
It has no turret!
But Malcador turned its turret, and then slowly lowered the muzzle.
At this time, little Ruspel saw Waldo's top hatch open, and a giant man in gray iron stretched out his upper body and tried to pull out a rocket launch tube from underneath.
Little Ruspel was breathing rapidly. He knew what the other party was going to do, so there was only one choice left for him.
"fire!!"
"Sir, too close! We'll kill ourselves!"
"I said fire!!!"
The next second, the main gun opened fire, the roar of the engine masked by the whistling of shrapnel and the roar of exploding shells.
Little Ruspel only saw the giant's entire torn upper body flying up, and then something hit him, damaging the periscope.
Then a force violently threw his head back. His whole body felt dizzy for a moment, and then his vision went dark.
I don't know how long it took, but the hot feeling on the surface of the skin made little Ruspel wake up.
He sat up slowly, red and orange light flashing in from the broken mirror of the periscope.
He opened the spare observation hole and looked outside, seeing tongues of flame licking the undead vermin. The burning wreckage outside was so close that its flames touched the car body.
Realizing that he was alive, little Ruspel let out a deep breath and felt as if his body had just been beaten with an iron rod.
